That catches his attention. Before... this place? Konstantin hangs onto every word, committing them all to memory. This place has had an effect on how he functions. Why not for other people with..... something unnatural going on?
But this isn't fully like how it is for him. He doesn't feel the hunger, doesn't have any craving for the dark red wet of something's insides. Maybe this is where he's headed, though. Before this place, he and the creature were.... assimilating, more and more. Perhaps its hunger was destined to become his own.
(Could this boy really have something like that inside of him, too?) However it is, it's clearly as hard for him to swallow down the brains of an animal as it is for Konstantin. His brow pinches in deeper empathy, but he can't reveal his own situation. Not yet. Maybe he can offer some kind of help, though. Something to make it... easier; he's found ways to help with his own situation. He hangs onto that thought for a bit later; for now, the cosmonaut eases closer to the younger, slowly. ]
No, [ he agrees; people can't know about this. ] If they thought you were dangerous to them, they could hurt you first. Or keep you locked up somewhere.
[ ....He knows how that is. But.. god, what to do, here? Konstantin stares at the boy, teeth worrying his lower lip for a moment. ]
Why don't you let me help you back, get you cleaned up? Doesn't have to be in town. There are plenty of places on the outskirts. [ His eyes fall to the ruined mess of gore staining the snow and he swallows. ] If you're still hungry, we'll bring some back and you can keep eating there, out of the cold, where it's safe. There are ways to make it easier... to make feeding like this easier.
[ Maybe that sounds... suspicious on his own part, but Konstantin can take a few risks. ]
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That catches his attention. Before... this place? Konstantin hangs onto every word, committing them all to memory. This place has had an effect on how he functions. Why not for other people with..... something unnatural going on?
But this isn't fully like how it is for him. He doesn't feel the hunger, doesn't have any craving for the dark red wet of something's insides. Maybe this is where he's headed, though. Before this place, he and the creature were.... assimilating, more and more. Perhaps its hunger was destined to become his own.
(Could this boy really have something like that inside of him, too?) However it is, it's clearly as hard for him to swallow down the brains of an animal as it is for Konstantin. His brow pinches in deeper empathy, but he can't reveal his own situation. Not yet. Maybe he can offer some kind of help, though. Something to make it... easier; he's found ways to help with his own situation. He hangs onto that thought for a bit later; for now, the cosmonaut eases closer to the younger, slowly. ]
No, [ he agrees; people can't know about this. ] If they thought you were dangerous to them, they could hurt you first. Or keep you locked up somewhere.
[ ....He knows how that is. But.. god, what to do, here? Konstantin stares at the boy, teeth worrying his lower lip for a moment. ]
Why don't you let me help you back, get you cleaned up? Doesn't have to be in town. There are plenty of places on the outskirts. [ His eyes fall to the ruined mess of gore staining the snow and he swallows. ] If you're still hungry, we'll bring some back and you can keep eating there, out of the cold, where it's safe. There are ways to make it easier... to make feeding like this easier.
[ Maybe that sounds... suspicious on his own part, but Konstantin can take a few risks. ]